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Grif

I glanced at my phone as I sat in the exam room of the doctor’s office, wearing nothing but a thin gown. The room was comfortable, with a picture of blue butterflies on the wall.

It was still a doctor’s office and all those years of fearing doctors because of my secret didn’t lessen my anxiety.

Dr. Arya had asked a lot of questions and then ran a bunch of tests. Including the tests I hadn’t wanted to do until the off-season because I feared I’d need to go off blockers.

Not only had I been here all afternoon, but I hadn’t heard much from Verity. Hopefully, she was busy getting fucked and not mad at me.

The idea of my kitten being angry made my skin itch.

While Jonas and Dean had wanted to accompany me to the doctor, I’d sent them away. This clinic saw secret omegas and didn’t like alphas being around.

Though I regretted it. With the bond between Dean and me being so fresh, I just wanted to hold him. Especially because I could feel through the bond that he was fucking someone.

Fucking someone sounded great right now.

However, it made more sense for them to be with her than me. She needed to know that she was important to us. Losing her research because of us must have shattered her.

Of course, in hindsight, I should’ve kept Dean and sent Jonas. Being alone with my thoughts was not good for me right now. Verity had fallen down the stairs and I’d been so in my head that I hadn’t noticed. I had no recollection of asking her to bite me. All this had come via AJ’s texts.

The fact she thought that she’d fucked up cut me.

So, my omega had pitched a bitch fit because Verity wouldn’t bite him this moment. I understood that. Still, why now? Why did I react so badly that I spiraled? I’d always known she couldn’t commit to me until Mercy turned eighteen. It made sense.

Though, the idea of waiting six more months made something in me squirm. Hopefully, it would get better once I bonded with AJ.

One thing I didn’t regret was finally bonding with Dean. I could feel him in my heart, sending love, reassurance, and lust. This had been a long time coming.

Someone figuring out I was an omega based on this morning’s locker room encounter with Dean was only one of many worries. Verity had fallen in front of the Maimers, and they were livid. I should make up with her before they trashed our locker room.

Obviously, I’d have to tell Verity what actually happened at some point. I owed her that.

Where did I even go from here?

Did I ask my agent for help? Chet didn’t know I was an omega.

No. I should talk to the pack before telling him my secret. Not to mention, his text about leaving Verity last night still bothered me. He’d never responded.

I texted the group chat I had with the guys.

Me

What’s a good big romantic gesture I can pull off before Verity leaves?

The doctor came back in. I gave the small, older, omega doctor a hopeful look. “Am I done? I need to do some groveling before my alpha leaves on her trip.”

A lot of groveling.

Maybe we couldn’t have that conversation yet, but I needed to let her know how much I loved her before she left with the Maimers.

“I’d like to give you a shot to stabilize your hormones. It will make you feel less shaky, though I’d recommend staying close to your alphas–and your bonded omega,” she told me, holding up a syringe. Dr. Arya had graying hair and kind eyes.

“Okay. What’s wrong with me that I suddenly did that? Today surprised–and scared–the shit out of me,” I admitted as she rubbed my arm with an alcohol wipe.

“Nothing’s wrong with you. These are natural things that happen.” She got the syringe ready.

“But I’m on blockers and suppressants. I need to keep everything locked down.” I winced as she gave me the shot. My career was on the line.

“You’ve been on them non-stop for what, seven years? You live with an omega full-time. Also, you have two alpha partners that you want to bond with. It’s perfectly natural for your instincts to pop out in situations like this.” She tossed the used syringe in the biohazard box.

Oh. Jonas had warned me.

I also knew it could happen. And I’d ignored it.

Still, I didn’t regret finding Verity and starting a relationship with her.

“Maybe I need to go back to a higher dosage of blockers?” I offered as she put a pink bandage over the injection site.

“How about if we wait until all the labs come in, and we can go over everything and discuss your options? I know you have a demanding schedule, but can you come in tomorrow?” she asked, consulting her tablet.

“I can do that. I’ll set up an appointment.” Worry balled in my chest–not just that I’d have to go off blockers completely, but of the toll they'd taken on my body.

I was finally with my pack. Hopefully, I hadn’t destroyed myself to the point where I wouldn’t get to enjoy them as long as I wanted.